Finding Home While Saving Our Heirloom Seeds
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Author: Rev. Omi [a WitchVox Sponsor]
Posted: October 10th. 2016
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The road from The Church of Iron Oak, ATC, in Palm Bay, Florida, in the 1980's and early 1990's has been long and winding. Sagehawk and I took Summerland Monastery, Inc. from Florida to Windtree Ranch, near Douglas. Arizona, in 1994. Then in 2008, we moved to Central Mexico, Cajones, Guanajuato (6, 700 ft.) and established Tierra de Verano (Summerland) . Sagehawk is a disabled Vietnam Veteran, so, several heart incidences and two strokes later, we moved to Salinas, Ecuador South America (sea level) . We arrived September 2, 2013 - and left in March 2016 to a more inland location, as this Pagan gal has to have dirt under her fingernails.
We now reside in Vilcabamba, Ecuador (4, 800 feet) . In less than four months, my life has turned around. I know that my soul has found a home.
After nearly three months in the USA/Ecuador postal service mail, my favorite soft blue, snugly, cotton felt, ritual robe arrived from Savannah. It had been cared for since 2013 with a kindness and understanding of the value to me that is rarely known in this life. Fortunately, here in Ecuador, it never got over 78F yesterday, so I wore it all day.
We residents had our first long, yet gentle, rains of the season on Wednesday night; the sun shone in a soft manner all day Thursday. The Peace and Dignity runners had arrived Wednesday afternoon from the southern tip of Argentina. The six runners head to Panama today to meet up with the same group who left Alaska when these runners left Argentina.
The entire town of Vilcabamba was buzzing with anticipation. By 10am, an enormous alter was in place in the Vilca Community Center. As Alaura and I entered, we heard a flute playing softly. A young, dark, thin, focused man was sitting cross-legged on a pillow playing a native flute. In front of him were 49 staffs all lined up against two walls in a corner. Each staff had an individual personality; they were decorated in a vast array of colors. Many bright colored rugs were on the floor as were native pillows off to one side. Among the various other items, were bowels filled with sacred objects, a collection of frankincense, seeds, beads, gourds made into musical instruments, feathers, flowers, oils, and other bits and pieces of people’s dreams offered to Pachamama (Mother Earth) as a request to save heirloom seeds.
Alaura chanted as she gazed at the altar. She caressed the air with a feather her deceased husband had used for years before leaving this plane. Immediately, I found it very hard to breathe, like an enormous weight was on my chest. I recalled those four years of accepting the public role of Kali. That was a time, in the early 1990's, when I joined so many others at The Church of Iron Oak to fight for religious freedom. Our right to outdoor worship was finally decided in Florida State Supreme Court in our favor. Somehow, the Kali chant I had claimed back then, arose from deep within my body. The words “Kom, Krim, Kali” filled that room as I realized that only She was who I felt needed to join us in the fight for tomorrow’s meals. She understands protecting Her people. She is once again manifesting in me the will to fight whatever manmade forces threaten our way of life. I asked myself, “Am I still strong enough?”
I found it hard to move, to back out of the room away from the altar. Tears made it difficult to tie my shoes. A lack of air made it hard to imagine taking another breath. Thank goodness Alaura was grounding us on the balcony in back or I might have never made it down the stairs.
Many changes occurred, as the plans of the day moved in and out of one goal/plan/process or another – each unmet as another took it’s place. After all, was Mercury in Retrograde. Also, we are in Ecuador – the land that teaches us to adapt.
Finally, about 5pm, we gathered outside in a lovely city park. I was totally shocked when Aluara, Sayra, and I were asked to join the other “Elders” near the seed mandala template in the center of the circle. The deep, positive emotions I felt at that moment cannot be put into words. So many years in the USA I was honored in that way, I had earned it the hard way: years of death threats and public ridicule, negative headlines in the local and the Miami paper, the loss of my home, job, friends, and my marriage. Yet, here, on the other side of the equator, dressed in my robe and among so many new faces, I was simply offered that place of honor. I felt like I was in a dream!
Our bilingual seed mandala ritual included Amazon Shamans, other expats, and indigenous people. The sound of children blended into the entire experience in a way that reminded us “Why now?”
We adults have to save our seeds for the children and their children’s children, regardless of what it takes from us, we have to save our seeds for the next generations. Our goal was to ask the Universe, Mother Earth (Pachamama) to protect heirloom seeds from corporate/GMO invasions. I know we were heard.
Several of us had planned for a meal of “about 50” after the ritual. Yet, about 100 people arrived. I was totally numb during that entire process. Bless Lizbeth and Susan for seeing my state of mind and being so kind to me. Bless Juan Carlos for carrying my dishes down the stairs and getting me a taxi. Bless the charming young taxi driver for getting me home safely. At a time when so many of my dearest friends feel like the USA is unsafe, I feel like I have never been more respected or safer in my entire life.
Clearly, finally, I have found my home. Thank you Goddess. Thank you Pachamama. I ask that You bless all who have made my soul sing, my mundane life so totally complete, and our future seem a whole lot brighter.
Location: Salinas, Ecuador
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